Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 488: She agreed …

Arwen looked at the rings encased in the velvet box, and her lips curled up in a satisfied smile. "They look perfect, exactly how I wanted them to be," she said, and Mr. Castille bowed his head.

"It was my honor to be able to serve you, Mrs. Winslow." His eyes darted to look at her necklace, and a recognition flashed in his gaze. But he didn't say anything.

Arwen offered him a soft smile. "Thank you, Mr. Castille." She was about to speak more, but before she could, Catrin stepped forward.

"Arwen, are you serious? You got Lorien Castille to design your wedding ring?"

Arwen turned to her with a sombre expression. "I guess, Mrs. Quinn, you didn't quite hear me right. I didn't hire Mr. Castille to do it, it was my husband."

"Heh!" Catrin scoffed, "and you want me to believe it?"

Arwen merely shook her head. "I don't want you to do anything, Mrs. Quinn. So, don't give yourself such importance." With that, she turned back to the man and said, "Mr. Castille, since you are here, please be our guest."

"Arwen, you —"

"Catrin, that's enough."

Idris's voice rang, and Catrin turned to look at him, displeased.

"Idris, even you are telling me this?" She pointed her finger at the velvet box on the tray. "She got her wedding ring designed by Lorien Castille. For that man. You know what the wedding ring by them means, right?"

Of course, Idris knew.

Everyone knew.

Lustreé have the one-in-a-lifetime policies on their wedding pieces. It holds not just a monetary value but also a promise of lifetime … forever.

Idris's gaze darted to glance to glance at Arwen. There was a slight hesitation in his gaze.

Could it be that Arwen was just acting up because she was upset at them?

However, when he saw the unwavering attitude of his daughter, he could only turn back to Catrin and say, "She can decide things like that on her own. We hold no position to intervene."

"We don't hold the position to intervene?" Catrin echoed as if she did not quite believe. "We are her parents, Idris. How do we not hold the position to intervene? I held her in my womb for nine months, and you want me to accept that I don't hold the position to intervene."

She then turned to Arwen, who still looked as unbothered as before.

Unable to take her such an attitude, she said with strong determination. "Even if the heavens forsake me from intervening in her matters, I will not give it up. She is the child I birthed, and I should have the whole control over her. I am her mother."

Everyone who heard Catrin at this moment felt like she was acting on her motherly instincts, and they internally praised her for it. In contrast to her when they saw Arwen standing there, indifferently —they felt the kids of these days were simply too unfilial.

Arwen could read their thoughts in their gazes, but she was too tired to explain it to them. And what for? These people were nothing but a mass of strangers. Their opinion wouldn't change a thing for her. So, why bother?

She leisurely pulled her hand up and checked the time on her watch. Three more minutes to go …

She had just thought it when, from the corner of her eyes, she saw someone walking in. Her eyes sparkled thinking of Aiden, but soon they dimmed when she saw it wasn't him who came … but Ryan.

Her brows furrowed, and briefly glancing at him, she looked away.

"Mr. Foster is here." Someone whispered loud enough for Catrin to hear, and she turned to look at Ryan.

Her expression, which looked irritated and troubled before, at once eased as if she saw the solution finally appear.

"There he is," she said and then turned to Arwen. "Ryan has come. What are you still waiting for, Arwen? Quick. Go and do what I asked you to do."

Arwen looked at her, annoyed by her baseless orders. She was about to speak when Catrin interrupted her —

"Or wait," she said, "Do it another way." Her gaze turned towards the tray that held the pair of wedding rings.

Pointing to them, she said, "Use them." She then looked back at Arwen and said, "What can be better to promise with than Lorien Castille's designed rings?"

Saying that, she laughed and walked towards the Lustreé's staff, extending her hands to grab the box.

But just when her hand was an inch away from it, Arwen grabbed it. Her grip was rudely tight around Catrin's wrist.

"Arwen, what are you doing?"

Arwen didn't answer her. Instead, she pushed her away, not caring to even think that her push might make her fall or get hurt.

"Enough of your craziness, Mrs. Quinn." Her voice rising at a cold, dangerous pitch that stunned everyone for a moment. "You are now challenging your patience."

"What do you mean?" Catrin asked, frowning. "Don't tell me you are still thinking of giving that right to that man of yours. I don't accept it. And I will never."

"Do you think I care whether you accept him or not?" Arwen's gaze turned sharper. "I now don't even care if you accept me or not. My man doesn't need your approval, and nor does our relationship. I have made this clear to you countless times. But it seems like Mr. Quinn has long lost her sense of understanding."

Catrin saw red. She looked around and seeing so many eyes staring at them, she felt humiliated.

No, she wouldn't take this humiliation …

She would make Arwen comply … at any cost.

She will …

With that determination, she glanced at Ryan and her gaze hardened. Looking back at Arwen, she said, more strongly than ever. "I don't want to hear anything, Arwen. I am ordering you —go and make Ryan wear that ring. Get back with him now. Do you hear me?"

Idris frowned at her stubbornness. "Enough, Catrin. You are over doing it."

However, Catrin paid no heed to him. She kept her gaze at Arwen and ordered again, "I asked you to do something. Go and do it. Don't make me repeat myself, Arwen. You have learnt better than challenging me, haven't you?"

Arwen stared at her coldly. But this time, she didn't retort to her obsession. She didn't say anything. She simply took the velvet box from the tray and walked in the direction where Ryan was standing.

Her gaze was fixed on him with intent.

She agreed …

Catrin heaved in relief when she finally saw Arwen agreeing to her.